What Cha About

[Intro: Soopafly]

Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?

Rollin' down the streets doin' my thang y'knahmsayin?

That's the flow, whattup?

Smokin' my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin' my joint

This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man

This bitch pull up inside and shit

Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"

Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin?

She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"

Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the ho, y'knahmsayin?

That's some funny shit

For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin'

{*music starts*}

[Hook] X 2

What you about nigga?

(Dogg Pound for life)

Do ya smoke nigga?

(I'll smoke a pound tonight)

How ya feel nigga?

(I feel larger than life...

Dogg Pound for life)

[Kurupt]

Life without money - that's like breathin' with no air

Prepare, there's no love in warfare, engage

I'll make the front page, like Nicholas Cage

And get served, front and center stage

I'm breakin' through, throw up your teflon barriers

And get penetrated, teleconnetic superior

Hostile, verbal apostle in 3D, hittin' every galaxy throwin' up D.P

Now I could be quick as a cheetah

And rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin' wild hyena

From the city where lights shine bright at night

Emcees is unique when speakin' upon the mic

From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')

When you approach Kurupt approach with skills

Cause if you don't you'll get shook - and broken

Nigga I rock it and break it open

[Hook] X 2

What you about nigga?

(Dogg Pound for life)

Do ya smoke nigga?

(I'll smoke a pound tonight)

How ya feel nigga?

(I feel larger than life...

Dogg Pound for life)

*What you about* -

[Kurupt]

You servin' me? (hell nah) I think not

That's facin' a blizzard in a fuckin' tank top

I took trips from New Jers' to Cape Cod

You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds

And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice

I had the whole scenery surrounded like the vice

Who could it be comin' through in all blue? (Who?)

Dogg Pound Gangstas - number one, number two

Never evade the principle, the top principle

Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin

I lay the cards on the table, take a pick

The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split (ahh!)

That's when all the bullshit ceases

His whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces

Fake ass assassin with no heart, no mind

No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme

Waitin' for the poetical Satan

Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton

I'm all about money makin', and not makin' mistakes

You're only worth what you create in a garden of snakes

Now all I can do is survive, and stay alive

Money 'til I motherfuckin' die

Stranded on the Row, I'm in this motherfucker to grow

And make fetti like I'm sittin' on a mountain of snow

[Hook] - 3

What you about nigga?

(Dogg Pound for life)

Do ya smoke nigga?

(I'll smoke a pound tonight)

How ya feel nigga?

(I feel larger than life...

Dogg Pound for life)

{*music plays to fade*}